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... at the person beside him, his almond-like eyes glinting with amusement. "Brother Fan is almost thirty, and he’s not anxious at all."
"Nonsense." Xu Fan flicked his curled knuckle against the younger man’s forehead. He was clearly only in his twenties; thirty was still a bit away.
"What do you mean? You’re almost there anyway." After all, thirty wasn’t that far from twenty-eight, just two years—gone in a blink.
Seeing the younger man clutch his forehead and cast a pitiful ...
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